Steal Your Mind
Ugkft Snoop Dogg, Too Short
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Church
Say player, hey man, this Pimp C man
Your bitch just got peeled man
I got your hoe man, look here man
Is you gon' give me the bitch clothes
Or we gon' have to go to war around this bitch
Hold up, Church, you chose
I'm never gon' give a black eye to the game
True to the code, real pimp never lame
Niggas say I'm fraud, but not a real man
Fuck to the pimp god, I don't hit you niggas crack
If I hit you cross country with this face and this mind
This crew from this rap, be 40 hoes out of you
And your bitch already chose from the CD and the cover
And the line about the hoe fuckin' on top of the cover
I stole your bitch 'cause you're not a good guy
You can't control her body if you can't control her mind
That was a line from the man
You need to lose all your bitches, you can have the hoe back
Hoe back, hoe back, you can have the hoe back
Now listen here
Bun, Chad
You gotta get these hoes
And you got to break 'em like they never been broke before
You got to get inside they mind
'Cause once you got they mind, you control the body
And once you got the body, you got it all
She was a pretty young thing, 21 years old
With a mouth made of gold and a platinum pussy hole
Blind as a owl, man, and fresh off the bus
She lookin' for a dream but she just met us
You wanted me to star, baby don't look in the sky
It's three right in front of you, me, myself and I
You ask me the truth and I'ma tell you no lie
This is Player International but call it P.I
Now anywhere you wanna go, baby I can take ya
Anyone you wanna be, baby I can make ya
Britney or Mariah or Beyoncรฉ
But you can't have a husband or a fiancรฉ
No boyfriends, niggas or live-in lovers
Fuck your baby daddy, mama, daddy, sisters and brothers
If you let me in once, I'ma never let go
And that's how you steal her mind and make a top notch hoe
What's up man?
This old man
Holla at me, hit me with some Frisco game
Mmm, he said it's your thing
Man you doin' that pimpin', boy you did your thing
So I'm doin' my thing, spit my game
I keep my hoes in candy canes
Look in the mirror, say it twice
Yeah bitch I'm Candyman
Takin' your mind, makin' your mind
Put you with the dog, yeah
And have you fuckin' with a team full of ball players
I'm talkin' NBA and the NFL
Girl I'm major with this shit, I got clientele
I know the presidents, CEOs and managers
Get this money from me, let the boss dog manage ya
Real pimpin' in the motherfuckin' house
That's what the business is, fool, what you talkin' 'bout?
I know you fuckin' with me boo, tell Pimpin' he's a mark
You should come and sell some pussy for the dog at the door
Woof woof woof
Say man, what I could never understand player
Is how these broads can go out man in the pourin' rain
And freezin' cold man and, you know what
With nothin' on man and sell they body to these tricks man
And put themselves in a position to get beat or raped
Or even killed man and take this money
All this money they make and bring it back to us niggas man
Oh that's 'cause you're Pimpin' Chad
Oh I'm not talkin' 'bout me man, I'm talkin' 'bout them other niggas
And that's real, from big cities to the small towns
You can find 'em everywhere, that's why I move all around
Yeah she's a fine thing, but she ain't heard my game
Make me your man and I'll expand your whole mind frame
I say a whole lot of things she never heard before
I'm doin' the math real fast, I'm makin' her my whore
I call the plays, I'm not phased
But when I look in her eyes, this bitch is amazed
I'm all nonchalant and she's so excited
It's that Pimpin' Incorporated, that P.I. shit
I change your life bitch, you never locked in
Used to be broke as hell, now you drivin' fly whips
Chose on a real one who laced you with the game girl
Feels like a dream don't it? Ain't even the same world
All you gotta do is everything I say
I'll be your daddy and your man, I'll never let you get away
Let you get away, let you get away
Yeah, steal your mind, gotcha
Pimp C rest in peace